Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Know Why, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song A Piece Of Strange, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.01.2006
Record label: LA Underground
Song language: English
Never Know Why |
Put her out in the cold, didn’t want her close to he |
Cause his granddaughter’s different than she suppose to be |
Diluted her genes, it stopped the music it seemed |
That they’d only seen polluted stream, and that wasn’t clean |
Said he could almost no longer stand the breath |
From this pure horror, more worse than Amittyville |
So what’s next? |
Don’t answer me yield. |
(yup) |
This is a normal occurrence, not something randomly real |
Ain’t even allowed visits over a child’s pigment |
His in-crowd ignant, a situation «wow!» |
isn’t it? |
Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support |
His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort |
For short stays, ya know? |
but more aid was needed |
Baby is like a year and a half now and speaking |
More than I can say about that man with his child |
They can’t even come face to face and share smiles |
Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant |
Like she spawned a fucking anti-Christ or a Satan infant |
Blatant mentions about family blood won’t leave |
Love’s her deeply, but evil sends it’s opposite feed |
«old fashioned» |
Too ever set in his ways to ever relate |
If he could just set it aside, there’d be heaven to pay |
Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave |
Love conquers all? |
shit. |
I’d say that areas grey |
Old fashioned people they never know why (2X) |
Old fashioned |
Most don’t even know why they believe what they believe, man |
Never taking a second to look at life |
Bad water in our seeds, y’all, still growing weeds, dawg |
In the dark, walls blocking all that light |
Most don’t even know why they believe what they believe, man |
Never taking a second to look at life |
Bad water in our seeds, y’all, still growing weeds, dawg |
In the dark |
Looking at life in retrospect it’s hard to regret |
Stuck in your ways cause hatred is hard to forget |
Niggas talk all religious trying to barter with death |
Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflect |
And even though nobody’s life is ever perfect |
You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth it |
Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was given |
Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison |
People who pimp children are really raping religion |
The matrix is fiction placed in a vision |
But now the technology follows me solemnly |
Building the future laws to my philosophy |
Alzheimer’s cutting through like a lobotomy |
Not even the golden arthritis of king Midas |
Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous |
I survived disease and political crisis |
By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless |
And now I live vicariously through my kids |
Like people who love the sport, but can’t play for shit |
Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit |
I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet |
Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famished |
But just before I vanish, as I think I’m right at the end |
The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again |
Yeah, nigga, remember way back when— |
Old fashioned people they never know why |
Old fashioned people they never know why |
Old fashioned people they never know why |
The world is changing day to day |
It moves so fast and leaves them in another time |